When picking up the plane, Xia Xiqing clearly felt Zhou Ziheng’s rising popularity. Originally, his super-high nationality was already a great weapon in the entertainment circle. Now with the blessing of reality show and CP popularity, his topic is almost the same. He has become the leader of the 20th generation of male actors in the entertainment circle.
Ronaldinho and a few bodyguards surrounded Zhou Ziheng, reaching out to form a wall to stop the fans, enclosing Zhou Ziheng who was taller than them.
If there is only Zhou Ziheng, the situation is better controlled, but Xia Xiqing, who is on the other side of the CP, is also there, and there is also a popular men's group, Shang Sirui. Together, the number of fans has doubled. Shang Sirui is a gentleman, and has always let the bodyguard protect Ruan Xiao, and he follows Ruan Xiao.
Xia Xiqing originally walked well behind Zhou Ziheng. Unexpectedly, a fan came up and pulled his sleeves, pulling on his loose white sweater, half of his shoulders were exposed. There were screams in her ears, making Xia Xiqing dizzy and stretched out her hand to pull the clothes on her shoulders.
"Don't pull Xiqing's clothes!"
"Xi Qing, Xi Qing's clothes!"
"Who is talking there, let go!"
Xia Xiqing couldn't help frowning. The star was really not an ordinary person doing this job. He had become angry a long time ago as usual, but now he can only endure it.
Looking back, I couldn't see who pulled his clothes. There were too many people. Xia Xiqing frowned and grabbed his neckline, and said helplessly, "Don't get excited, the clothes will tear."
The scene was chaotic for a while, Zhou Ziheng who was walking in front suddenly stopped, turned around, reached out and grabbed the girl's wrist, "Let go."
The girl who grabbed Xia Xiqing so tightly looked up, Zhou Ziheng looked down at her blankly. Suddenly shocked by his aura, he let go of his hand in a daze.
"Don't do this next time, it's very dangerous." Zhou Ziheng tilted his head and adjusted his torn apart clothes very smoothly. He took Xia Xiqing's shoulders and led him diagonally in front of him, using himself to bring Xia Xiqing and his fans together. Separate.
The fans were getting more and more excited. The bodyguards became a little impatient with the fans. They reached out to push them, but were blocked by Zhou Ziheng, "Don't push them."
His tone was stern, "It's dangerous and it's prone to stampede." His voice was louder, as if he was going to tell everyone, "Don't be crowded, it's not that you won't see it. There will be opportunities in the future. Pay attention to your feet and be careful to be safe."
Xia Xiqing, who was still very irritable, couldn't help but laugh at this moment. This person really exudes the glory of a magnificent saint all the time.
Put aside the average star, I have already cursed in my heart hundreds of times.
He tilted his head and looked at the well-knotted hand supporting his shoulder. He suddenly envied Zhou Ziheng, no, not so much envy, it is more jealous. Because no matter what happens, he can respond with the brightest attitude.
A natural gentleman.
Even if he repeatedly lured and persecuted Zhou Ziheng, he would still lend a helping hand to him because of his moral heart, trying to protect him, just like protecting anyone who needs protection, even if he is so unbearable.
Xia Xiqing hates such people and people who live like light. Their existence makes him even more despicable.
The car of the program group took them to the recording location of this program. The time is relatively tight. Dinner can only be handled casually during the styling. Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing and Shang Sirui share a large dressing room. They just changed After finishing the clothes, Xiao Luo and Shang Sirui's assistants came in with food.
"Xi Qing," Xiao Luo called out to Xia Xiqing, "you can also eat some, this is very famous in the local area, it should suit your appetite."
Xia Xiqing responded with a smile, but didn't expect much. Whether it was everyone eating hot pot together or going to P cafeteria alone with Zhou Ziheng, Zhou Ziheng's taste was as light as ever, and he almost never touched chili.
But when he walked to the sofa, he saw Ronaldinho unpacking one by one, only to find that half of the dishes were red, spicy chicken and bloody. The other half is some light dishes, and you can see that it is Zhou Ziheng's taste.
"These are all ordered by myself," Xiao Luo covered his mouth with his hands, and whispered to Xia Xiqing as if making a small report, "It wasn't me who ordered them. If you don't like it, blame Ziheng haha."
Zhou Ziheng, who had just changed his clothes, pushed the door and walked in. Unlike the previous private server, the clothes arranged by the program group look much simpler. A dark blue long-sleeved sweater is paired with light blue jeans. The strange thing is that this suit is compatible with Xia Xiqing. Surprisingly similar.
Xia Xiqing lowered his head and looked at herself. He also had a dark blue top and light blue jeans, but the style was slightly different.
If the show team wants to scramble CP, it won't make the clothes look like this. Xia Xiqing smiled helplessly. He could almost imagine the crazy scene of CP fans on the Internet when the tidbits were released.
"Si Heng, you are back. Hey, your clothes look like Xi Qing's." Xiao Luo scratched the hair stubble on the back of his head. "Could it be a couple outfit specially made by the show crew?"
Zhou Ziheng's expression immediately became unnatural, and he lowered his head and stretched out his long legs to kick Ronaldinho, "What kind of couple outfit... shut up."
Xia Xiqing chuckled lightly and sat down on the sofa, "You ordered this?"
"Who ordered it?" Zhou Ziheng also sat down, pointing to Ronaldinho with an expression that I didn't know anything, "You ordered it, you want to kill me with so much spicy."
Ronaldinho and Xia Xiqing looked at each other, and they almost couldn't help laughing.
Zhou Ziheng grabbed his unstyling hair, looking like a big boy, coughed, and said awkwardly, "Then what, I can't eat it so spicy, you can eat it, I can just eat these."
"That's it..." Xia Xiqing looked at him with a faint smile.
Zhou Ziheng was afraid of him talking like this, but he was a little happy. He felt that Xia Xiqing had returned to the previous Xia Xiqing. Xia Xiqing, who fell into a dream on the plane, made him feel unfamiliar and made him feel distressed.
He lowered his head and gave a hum, took a pair of chopsticks from the bag and opened it, "It's cheaper for you."
"Thank you." Xia Xiqing took away the chopsticks in his hand unceremoniously. "It's all my favorite. What a coincidence."
Hearing this, Zhou Ziheng was a little happy, but in order to maintain his clumsy lies, he could only remain silent and lower his head to eat his side of food. It happened that Shang Sirui was also here, still humming a song. Xia Xiqing glanced at it, "So happy."
"How about the title song of our return this time?"
The male assistant on one side shook his head helplessly, "Okay you, vent the madness."
Shang Sirui didn't bother to care, and jumped to the side of the sofa, "It smells good. Hey, your clothes look like." He pulled his dark red coat and walked to Xia Xiqing and sat down next to him. "Red and blue have been CP since ancient times!" After speaking, he put his chin on Xia Xiqing's shoulder, "I want to eat too. I want spicy chicken."
"Okay." Xia Xiqing took a piece of chicken to Shang Sirui's mouth, "open your mouth."
This kind of intimate behavior always happens frequently between these two people. Zhou Ziheng thought he was used to it, but found that he couldn't get used to it.
He ate a few mouthfuls of rice in silence, not even wanting to lift up his chopsticks, his chest seemed to be stuffed with a lemon, squeezed repeatedly by a pair of invisible hands, and a sour juice came out.
The Communist Party didn't eat much, so Zhou Ziheng got up to do styling. Shang Sirui was a little surprised, "Since Heng, you just have to eat so much."
"May have an audition next week. I'm currently managing my weight."
Half-truth and half-false, not a complete lie, Zhou Ziheng comforted himself.
Shang Sirui's assistant opened the ordered fried chicken for him and placed it in front of him. Shang Sirui stuffed a large piece of fried chicken in one gulp and murmured vaguely, "It must be the kind of bitter movie again. When do you pick up a TV series, I will give you a supporting role."
Zhou Ziheng, who started styling, sat in front of the mirror and closed his eyes and said, "Wait for me to play a pet drama."
Shang Sirui could only turn his grief and anger into appetite, and tried to fight Zhou Ziheng's heart and eat fried chicken.
Before the recording of the show officially began, the four guests finally gathered together. Like the first episode, a few people in black appeared with black eye masks in their hands, preparing to bring them into their own initial stage when the director shouted. In the room.
Xia Xiqing discovered at this time that Ruan Xiao was wearing the same color as Shang Sirui, a red denim jacket with black jeans underneath.
Is it possible that this program tends to be grouped? The sequelae from the previous show made him unable to help but focus on the looks arranged by the show group for everyone. Zhou Ziheng's clothes are almost exactly the same as his own, and Shang Sirui and Ruan Xiao's clothes are also very similar.
But the program group is unlikely to be so obvious, if there is really any grouping.
If the screenwriter hasn't changed, follow the same routine the last time, and only when you enter the secret room will you know the true story of the copy.
Xia Xiqing, who was indulging in thinking, raised his head and saw Zhou Ziheng looking at him. There seemed to be a trace of worry in his eyes. Before he could realize why Zhou Ziheng showed such an expression, his eyes were blindfolded by the man in black. NS.
Hold. He almost forgot about it.
In the darkness, his arms were grabbed, leading him to walk forward step by step, then suddenly stopped, motioning him to sit down.
Sitting on the chair, Xia Xiqing heard footsteps getting farther and farther, and the temporary darkness inevitably caused him physical discomfort. Fortunately, the time was short. Not long after sitting down, I heard the familiar narration of the show.
"Hello everyone, and welcome to "Escape from the Sky" again. First of all, please take off your blindfolds."
Can I just take off my blindfold this time? It's so easy, Xia Xiqing is a little uncomfortable.
Anyway, it was too uncomfortable to wear this. Xia Xiqing took off the blindfold without hesitation, and the secret room in front of him finally appeared in front of him. This time the room looked like an ordinary bedroom, dark blue. Colored wallpaper and gray bedding, as well as some game figures, look like a boy’s bedroom.
The biggest difference from last time is that there is indeed only Xia Xiqing in this bedroom. I don't know why, but he feels a little empty in his heart. Probably not used to it.
"First of all, I need to explain to you the precautions of this game. Players please note that you are trapped in different rooms. If you want to win the final victory, you must escape from your room first. , Collect the password clues of the outermost gate on the way to crack the ultimate door lock. Of course, as in the previous issue, there is a killer among you, and he has the right to kill any of you. If the killer becomes the ultimate winner , The points of all players will be cleared. The mobile phone in your hand can be used to vote anonymously on the killer that you suspect in your heart, and those who are out of the game will not be able to continue the game."
"It should be noted that each of you has a radio in your room. When you are trapped in your room, you can also communicate with people in other rooms through the radio."
"three."
"two."
"one."
"The game starts now."
radio? Xia Xiqing stood up and walked around with the cameras arranged by the program team according to his previous habits. This room is not very big, but the layout inside is full, with a bed that seems to be fairly comfortable and stuffed. The closet is full, there is a small square carpet on the floor, and on the carpet is a small table on which is the radio that the program crew said.
The overall layout looks very lifelike, as if it is a bedroom that has lived in. The chair he was sitting on was in front of the desk. The desk was next to the bed. On it was placed a laptop, a few stacked books, and an unopened desk lamp with a lampshade.
It’s strange that many things in this room are placed in a circle. For example, a cup placed on a desk has a circle of shallow dents in the place, like carved on a wooden table. In the same way, Xia Xiqing picked up the cup, touched the circle of dents, and tapped it again with his fingers.
It is a hollow voice.
Not only cups, many objects in this room are placed in specific circles. Xia Xiqing finds it strange, but the evidence at hand cannot give a reasonable explanation.
"By the way, the radio..." Xia Xiqing, who remembered that this was a recording of the show, deliberately "talked to himself" quite deliberately. He walked to the side of the small square carpet. The shadow that was cast out in advance last time made him uncontrollable. I took a look at the carpet. There was nothing underneath, but like the previous cup, there was a circle of dents the same size as the carpet.
He tried to turn on the radio, only noise appeared, this thing is too old for him. There are three knobs on that little radio, one blue and two red. The red knob is a bit different. One has a number 0 under it, but the other has nothing.
blue
He thought of the clothes on Zhou Ziheng. It was estimated that this knob would not be separated from him, so he tried to turn it and found that it was still a noise. There is no sound whether it is from the far left to the far right or the reverse direction.
Xia Xiqing had already understood the degree of abnormality of the program group, and there could not be such an easy-to-solve problem. He simply left the radio there without turning it off. The small noise became the background sound for him to search for other clues.
He returned to the desk, opened one of the books, and accidentally discovered a bookmark fell out of it.
To be precise, it is a butterfly specimen.
Xia Xiqing picked up the butterfly that was sealed in the transparent specimen film, stared at it carefully, and thought of herself in elementary school.
In the science class, the teacher asked everyone to go back and catch a kind of insect accompanied by their parents, and bring it back to class next week to observe with the classmates.
He doesn't like insects that have hard shells and hide in the soil and dead leaves. He likes butterflies with beautiful wings.
But no one wants to accompany him to catch it.
"Butterfly can fly, do you think you can catch it so easily?"
"I don't have so much time to catch bugs with you. I want to work."
But Xia Xiqing has been stubborn since he was young, and he came to the garden sullenly that afternoon when his parents refused.
It was only an occasional glimpse that he saw a butterfly with blue markings, lightly flashing its wings, and occasionally staying on the roses at the back of the yard.
His little heart quivered for it.
In order to catch him, Xia Xiqing, a third-grade elementary school student, spent the night making tools, sitting in front of the steps with the small catching net, and sitting all afternoon.
Finally, perseveringly, he sprained a foot, scratched his calf and arm by the rose flower, limped and pinched the catching net with excitement, and locked the beautiful butterfly in a delicate small cage. .
There are still four days to go before the next science class. The first thing Xia Xiqing wakes up every day is to take a look at his little butterfly, feed him water, put fresh little roses on him, and lie on the table and watch. He fluttered his beautiful wings.
Indulging in this infatuation every day, you can forget the pain left when you get it.
Finally arrived at the day when he could bring the little butterfly to the class and introduce it to everyone, Xia Xiqing stood on the stool, rummaging around, searching for a long time before he found a blue velvet that could match his little butterfly. Carefully put the piece of velvet on the cage, and took him to the classroom.
Some of them took little ladybugs, some long beetles, and scarabs, none of them could compare to his little butterfly.
"Show you me." He smiled so proudly and lifted the piece of velvet.
Unlike what was expected, the blue butterfly that was supposed to be dancing lay silently in the cage, motionless, no matter how much Xia Xiqing wept and how to shake the cage with his scratched hands, he never flew again. Get up and flash his beautiful wings at him.
It would be fine if I didn't catch this butterfly.
If I hadn't seen him in the rose bush that afternoon, hadn't tried to keep him by my side, hadn't paid all the price to try to own him.
I will not lose.
"Xia Xiqing."
"Xi Qing."
Thoughts suddenly pulled away from the memory, Xia Xiqing put down the butterfly specimen in his hand in a daze, and turned his head.
The noisy radio just made a sound.
"Can you hear me, this is Zhou Ziheng."